34. TROTTY’S WEDDING TOUR.

‘J told Lill not to tell you,” said Max, “ till you were big
enough. She used to have it. Now, Trotty,” Max went on,
vaguely, “‘ see here, — you can play print, you know, and be
a good boy.”

“But who’ll teach me? And what shall I print?” de-
manded Trotty, jerking his chair along to see.

“0,1 forgot,” said Max; “I suppose somebody has got
to teach you. Ill call Lill, I guess.”

So Max went ignominiously down, with his Logic open
between his finger and thumb, and a desperate expression
upon his countenance, to find Lill.

“ But what shall he do,” asked Lill, not well pleased,
“‘ when he has learned to print?”

‘‘ Make a newspaper,” said Max.

“‘ Who ‘Il prescribe to it?” asked Trotty.

“‘ Well, make a magazine, then.”

“JT don’t know any puzzles,” said Trotty; ‘and where
should I find a serious story for it?”

“¢ QO — well — why — he can make a book, can’t he?
Come, Trotty, make a book, and don’t bother us any more.”

“ Who'll write it?” asked Trotty, determined to remain
in the interrogative mood as long as he could.

“ Q dear — con —I should say — never mind — I will!
said Max, driven to the wall at last.

So Max sat down and began to dictate. Lill set type.
Trotty tipped it over. The new girl came up. Nate came
in. Everybody looked on.

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